The evening had been a wonderous combination of love, laughter and magick all rolled into one. His mother had been delighted with the light show Renata had provided and boasted that she was going to one-up her sister in Tuscany. The DeMedici pack was well-known for its love of fireworks. But now Ravenscar had their own Aurora Borealis.

As soon as he thought he could get away with it, Branson took Renata’s hand and led her up the stairs. They were followed by a large group of male wolves bent on being obnoxious. As Bran leaned into the door, trying to get it locked and barred, Renata smiled and said, “Stand back and let them come through.”

When he did as she asked, the boisterous group stumbled into the room and before they could do anything else, Renata sent a powerful burst of energy toward them. It knocked them back through the door, and they landed on their asses in the hallway.

“That’ll teach you idiots to mess with me and my mate,” Bran laughed. he easily closed and locked the door. “They don’t mean anything by it.”

“They’re just having fun, celebrating the heir’s bonding to his fated mate. I’m sorry Joel had to be up at the farm.”

He laughed. “Don’t be. He would have been with them. He will now have great fun lording it over them and telling them, ‘I told you so.’ Come here and turn around,” he said, his voice dropping low.

“Hmm, I wonder what you might have in mind?” she teased.

“If you can’t figure that out, you’re not nearly as bright as I think you are.”

She smiled and walked across the room, presenting him with her back. Branson’s hands grasped her waist and pulled her against him, rubbing his cock against her delectable backside. She shivered in anticipation—he supposed in response to what she knew was coming.

He unbuttoned the delicate buttons at the back of her dress, groaning as the opening revealed first the cleft of her ass and then the gentle swell of her buttocks. Good girl that she was, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Scenting the air, he could smell her arousal. He slipped the wide, lace straps over her shoulders and helped her shimmy out of the dress. When it fell to the ground, he took her hand and led her toward their bed.

Gazing at her naked body, he was convinced that she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. No one had ever called to him the way she did. He’d tried to move on during the four years they’d been apart but by comparison, any encounter seemed pale and shallow. In the end, he would just play at Baker Street and not let anyone really touch him emotionally. She’d put him through hell and although he’d forgiven her, he wanted to punish her for what she’d done. He told himself she still carried guilt over it and that he would be helping her, but in his heart he knew different.

She looked up at him, a dizzyingly beautiful smile playing at the corners of her lips. “You’re going to punish me, aren’t you? You’re going to collect on that bet.”

“Yes. I’d like to think you’ll get far more pleasure from the act than anything else. But I have found over the years that when you take your woman’s ass, the fact that she is not the dominant partner is reinforced in a very visceral way.” He nodded to the bed. “Up on the bed on all fours.”

“Bran?” he could hear an element of fear in her voice.

He needed her to be totally concentrating on him, with nothing else swirling around in her mind. He slapped her ass with a bit of sting. “Focus on me, Renata. If I feel your attention isn’t where it needs to be, I’ll spank you until I’m sure I have it.”

His breathing hitched as she got into position, knees wide and beautiful ass in the air. Her labia were on full display and were pink and swollen, indicating her arousal and acceptance. But that wasn’t the only opening he intended to claim this night. His cock had become harder than he’d ever thought possible. He sat next to her on the edge of the bed, quickly undressing so there would be no barriers between them.

“This isn’t just about the bet. This is also about you atoning for what you did to us. And I am cognizant of the fact that you hurt yourself as much as you did me.”

“I do believe I’ve said I’m sorry.”

He nodded. “You have, but I don’t think it has excised your guilt or my anger. Not completely, anyway.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too.”

He stood up and walked over to his dresser, opening the top drawer and removing the butt plug he’d bought for her so long ago but never had the chance to use before now. He removed it and the tube of lubricant and began to prepare the plug, warming it in his hands and then applying the lube. When he parted her cheeks she gave a little gasp that made his dick jump, reminding him that it didn’t matter to his cock which hole he took, he just needed to get on with it.

Running his finger down the cleft of her ass, he rimmed her tight little hole, making her sigh.

“That’s right, Renata, relax. I’m going to make you enjoy this,” he rumbled at her, watching her body shudder as it responded to his call.

He needed to focus on her and her pleasure, even though he knew that pretty puckered rosette was going to all but strangle his cock. She took a deep breath and expelled it, forcing the tension out of her body. Instinctively, she recoiled as he placed the tip of the toy against the tight ring of muscle, but he put his hand on her back, steadying her and preventing her escape. Placing it against its opening, he began to push the plug in. Her muscles tried to fight him off, but he would win. He would claim that last entrance as his.

Branson pressed just the tip inside, letting her body accept it before removing it and pressing in again. He repeated the process several more times, going a bit deeper with each pass.

“Bran,” she moaned, not with annoyance or fear, but from sheer unadulterated pleasure.

He withdrew the plug and pressed again, the little flower blooming for him and taking it in. He got the plug to the halfway point and stopped, allowing her to adjust to the feeling, waiting for her body to show him it wanted more. When he felt the telltale suck of her back passage wanting to be filled, he pressed gently, burying it up to the hilt.

“Oh, God,” she groaned, her body trembling.

He didn’t think there would be much of a fight about anal from now on. If she was a very good she-wolf, he might just plug her for the next week when he fucked her and wait to actually take her ass.

“That’s my good mate,” he crooned. “Now roll over and spread your legs. I’m hungry and want my dessert.”

She laughed as she did his bidding. Her body was flush, and her pupils were dilated, her nipples pebbled. Her pussy wept with obvious need. Bran growled low and seductively. Maybe he’d make a meal of her pussy and then knot her with the plug still in. That might prove interesting.

He moved up her body, his cock throbbing and straining to get inside her. Bran cupped her breasts; he loved how they overflowed in his hands. He took her nipples between his fingers. Clamps—he would definitely buy her a set or two of nipple clamps.

“You are so beautiful,” he said before lowering his mouth to her breasts and tonguing one of her nipples.

He loved the way she tasted and how as he worked her nipple he could smell her ever increasing arousal. Renata moaned and he whispered kisses between her two peaks before starting in on the other side. She writhed with need, each squirm working the plug farther into her bottom hole, making her gasp.

Nuzzling both of her breasts and squeezing them together with his hands, he grinned. He nipped and kissed his way down her body until his head was even with her mons. Bran wrapped his arms around her, spreading her legs wider and anchoring them where he wanted. She was completely open and vulnerable to his gaze and mouth.

Lowering his mouth, he licked her swollen nub just once, then he paused and waited before coming back up to swirl his tongue around it.

“Bran, please,” she begged with faint, breathy pleas.

That’s what he wanted—for her to be just a bit needy and desperate. He sucked her clit deep into his mouth, suckling her. Her body arched, pushing her sex into his face. He’d forgotten how much she liked oral sex—both giving and receiving. Her little jewel poked out from its hood, taking pleasure inside the warmth of his mouth. Bran swirled his tongue around it before giving it the edge of his teeth.

He worked his way over her clit, then licked her labia before spearing her pussy with his tongue. He curled his tongue up, dragging it along the roof of her wet heat before withdrawing and making her groan. He settled his mouth over her clit and penetrated with first one and then a second finger, scissoring them as deeply as he could go.

Bran began to stroke her pussy with his finger as his tongue licked her clit. Suddenly he sucked it between his lips. Mouth, tongue, and fingers worked together in perfect harmony to pleasure his mate. She writhed beneath his ministrations, and he loved hearing her small mewls of need. He nipped her clit and shoved his fingers deep again, thrusting them in and out until her entire body tightened. Her back bowed and he watched an orgasm wash over her, her pussy clamping down on his fingers, rhythmically spasming.

The added pleasure from the plug seemed to send a secondary climax racing through her as her head fell back and she shuddered. Bran lifted himself and crawled up her body, allowing his hard cock to find its way to her.

She came again as he shoved himself deep inside her in one long push. Renata’s nails dug into his back, and he hissed. She felt so full. He swore he could feel the plug inside her back entrance as he began to plow her front. He pulled back and rammed back in, hard. He knew he was not going to last much longer. He began slamming into her, scraping her inner walls as she cried out.

He pounded her pussy, taking both of them higher and higher until they reached the abyss of ecstasy and sailed over the edge together. Her pussy contracted all along his rock-hard cock, greedily milking it as he gave a last, fierce thrust and ground his groin against her, flooding her cunt with his cum.

He collapsed on top of her and kissed her lazily.

“Am I forgiven now?” she whispered.

“No, but magnanimously, I’m willing to allow you to spend the rest of your life atoning for your misdeeds.”

Renata laughed, her happiness sounding much like the light show she had created outside their window—full of light, joy, and love.